Author Archive | Lara DeAnn


I used to make time for writing poetry

I used to view the open sky

with a patch of summer in the winter,

able to see inside of every paper cup

to find the tea leaves

prophesizing of a better place.

I used to be so Neptunian

that my Joy touched the ceiling,

pierced through its illusion of limitation

and became the sky.

But then I began to listen to others

who told me about time and lines,

about boundaries and impatience

about needless details

and controlled ingredients.

I slipped for a while

and believed their craziness,

sold my freedom to a clock

and watched the hands tick

until boredom almost got the best of me.

Somehow too much suffering broke the vase

And water spilled out

Allowing me to swim to another shore.

This one does not have you in it,

so you can no longer share your limitation,

your warnings, your fear.

You could not reach the brilliant light

so you tried to diminish mine.

I am Neptunian

don’t make me practical.

I am Neptunian

don’t see my ecstasy

as a lost cause of no direction.

Your boundaries are not mine,

your illusions are your own,

your time, walls and fences

no longer tell me when or where to stop.

I have no problem

in my altered state,

you are no longer here

to try to contain, constrain me,

strangle my expression.

I am Neptunian

and I have swum to another shore.

My eyes see way beyond yours,

My ears hear the miracles of song,

and my heart beats

outside of the thump-thump of time.

I am not practical, nor methodic

not controlled,

nor influenced by those I had given permission to judge me.

Finally, the pain of constraint broke the vase

and the water came pouring out

But, I swam instead

I swam to another shore.

I am Neptunian,

don’t try to contain me.

Your criticisms are now behind me

and my senses are clear

I am finished with your limited world

and though you might see my face

and think I’m crazy,

my laughter and smiles

found their home

on another shore…



Life can change in an instant –
One word, one look,
One magic incantation
One prayer without resistance
And there it is: Complete Change
Another direction that previously had no name appears,
There was no sign post,
No traffic light
No direction book to decipher
No loud flashing lights
Maybe a small buoy far offshore gave a faint fog call
To notice the change in wind direction.
Quickly tighten the sails, change tack,
No, take down the sails,
The current goes on its own.
If we don’t resist the wind
We get to the other side of the moon in a moment’s flash.
Put the anchor up for sale
There’s no point to stopping once flow takes us.
We can rest here and there,
But it is easier to become comfortable
With rockets underneath feet.
The other side of the moon, unchartered territory,
Meant only for discovery
Then life has no craters to stagnate in,
No hidden lakes that are still,
Instead, there are rivers and oceans all in movement
Like a messenger from Mercury
Ready with Cupid’s arrow
To pierce through the veils of illusion
To uncover a Love
That only songbirds know,
Now, their theme is made public
And all lakes turn to rivers
Meeting at the sea
That pushes one to go downstream
Saying goodbye to resistance
And Hello! To the question mark
Which is really a winding river
With a sea at the end.
Swim, great current, swim.